WantNovelChapter 486: missing him
Olivia's POV
Two days had passed. Two long, quiet days. The house felt different now... calmer, emptier. | hadn't gone near
Lennox’s room since that night. Every t| walked past it, a strange chill ran through me, as if something inside
was calling to me.
I'd made my decision. No more rituals. No more trying to bring Lennox back. Maybe this was what he wanted, for
goodbye.
| wanted to believe he was still alive somewhere, that Levi was keeping him safe, just like he promised. And
maybe one day, when the twas right, he'd letsee him. But for now, | wouldn't push. | couldn’t keep
hurting the people who were still here.
So | tried to move forward.
That morning, we all sat at the dining table. The sunlight cthrough the big windows, warm and bright, but it
didn’t feel the same. Levi sat across from me, quiet, focused on his plate. Louis said little, lost in his own
thoughts.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd then my eyes drifted to the empty chair beside Levi. Lennox’s chair. For a moment, | could almost see him
there, smiling faintly, teasingfor not finishing my breakfast, his deep voice filling the air. The image was so
clear it made my chest ache.
| blinked, and he was gone. Just the empty chair and a plate that would never be used again. My throat
tightened. | felt the sting in my eyes before the tears came. | quickly set down my fork and pushed away from
the table.
"Excuse me," | murmured, my voice shaking as | stood.
Neither Levi nor Louis said a word, and | was grateful for that. | walked slowly through the quiet halls until my
feet pulledtoward his room.
The door creaked softly as | pushed it open. The air inside felt different, heavy, still, yet warm in a way that made
my chest ache. Lennox’s scent still lingered faintly, that smell of him that always madefeel safe.
| stood there for a long moment, staring at the bed that had been untouched since the day he was taken away.
Everything was just as he'd left it—his jacket thrown over the chair, a book half-open on the nightstand, his
picture frresting beside it.
I walked to his closet and opened it slowly. His clothes hung neatly, untouched. My fingers brushed against one
of his shirts, and | pulled it close, pressing it to my face. The scent hitlike a wave—familiar, comforting,
heartbreaking.
A sob escaped my throat before | could stop it. | held the shirt tighter, as if | could bring him back by sheer will.
Finally, | turned to his picture on the dresser. His smile in that frwas broad and real, the sone that used
to melt every piece of anger | had. | traced my thumb over the glass and smiled bitterly.
"I'm trying," | whispered. "I really am."
My voice cracked at the end, and the tears cagain. | walked to his bed and lay down carefully, pulling one of
his blankets over me. It still smelled like him, faint but enough to make my heart twist.
For a while, | just lay there, breathing him in, pretending that when | opened my eyes, he'd be there beside me
again. Sleep pulledunder until the walls of Lennox’s room melted away and | was somewhere else,
somewhere far from pain and loss.
| was twelve again. We were in the pack garden, sitting on the grass after training. My hands were covered in dirt
from helping the healer plant herbs, but | didn’t care. | was too busy talking, too full of dreams.
"I'm going to have a big family when | grow up," I'd said proudly, my voice high and excited after seeing a
woman with her six kids. "Seven pups. Eight, or five!"
Lennox had laughed so hard he almost fell back on the grass. "Eight? You'll drive your mate crazy, Olivia."
| had stuck out my tongue. "I'll be a good mom! I'll take them to training, teach them everything, make sure they
never get hurt."
He leaned closer, smirking. "And what about your mate, hmm? You'll boss him around too?"
| giggled and nodded. "Of course! He has to listen to me."
He laughed again, that deep sound that made my heart flutter even then, though | was too young to understand
why. "Remindnever to fall for you, then. I like my peace."
I had thrown a small flower at him, pretending to be offended. "You already did, silly," | said with a grin.
He'd blinked, pretending to look shocked. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me!" | teased, then laughed when he grabbedby the wrist and tickleduntil | couldn't breathe.
"You're impossible," he'd said when we finally stopped laughing.
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